Emailing us……

January 15, 2015

Please note: we had to get a new email address last year (b/c we were hacked).

If you have ever tried to contact us without success – without receiving a response, we are soooo sorry! Apparently, those messages went into never-never land and we had no idea of knowing about them. Obviously, this was a real problem, but things should be fine now.

For reservations, and for any questions at all, please email us at simplybbctown@gmail.com or call us at 410 778-4359.  Thank you!

And thank you for your attention and patience!

~ Cheryl and David

Cookies, Change and Comfort

January 5, 2015

It’s part of the reason that I ask this question of our guests:  “What is your favorite cookie?”  I like people connections, so knowing that my offer of a warm, homemade chocolate chip cookie will set the stage for a relaxing stay for someone elevates the simple to the sublime.  You know, meaning and purpose in the mundane.  OK, it’s just a cookie, for crying out loud, but….well, they do say it’s the little things….

It’s January at the B&B so things are pretty quiet.  David’s business has begun to hop, but the home phone is often still and silent.  Christmas things are put away, the house is clean, and I have a little time on my hands.  Oh, I have a couple of special projects of my own that I’d like to work on (maybe putting together a little cookbook for our guests or perhaps sewing a t-shirt quilt), but if these don’t get done now, they’ll wait.  And there are always the “normal” routines to accomplish, including daily exercise and the things that everyone has to do to live.  We have our wonderful weekly Wednesday trips to Philadelphia to see our family, along with some other special activities, too.  We just finished a few days here of “Gram & Gramp Camp” with our 6 year old grandson – a real gift, and a super busy 4 days.  But since I love being busy, that was a terrific way to tuck in the loose ends of 2014 while continuing to weave this particular pattern of experiences with Adrian.  This coming second Saturday of 2015 will be spent in Gettysburg with our niece and 3 of our great-nephews, ages 10 – 14.  So characteristically, I need to get ready:  just as I need to know about cookie selections for our guests, and needed a list of scavenger hunt items for our grandson’s “camp,” I now need to do some back reading on Gettysburg.

In working my way through a couple of excellent kids’ history books on Gettysburg, I saw The Red Badge of Courage on a suggested bibliography and thought, “That one’s on our shelf downstairs.” Sure enough, it was, and I finished it last night.  It’s not one that I’ll use on Saturday, but I was struck by the passage below.  And in my mind, at least, there seemed to be a relation between the comfort of cookies and the change that occurred in Henry Fleming’s friend.

The youth took note of a remarkable change in his comrade since those days of camp life upon the river bank.  He seemed no more to be continually regarding the proportions of his personal prowess.  He was not furious at small words that pricked his conceits.  He was no more a loud young soldier.  There was about him now a fine reliance.  He showed a quiet belief in his purposes and his abilities.  And this inward confidence evidently enabled him to be indifferent to little words of other men aimed at him.

The youth reflected.  He had been used to regarding his comrade as a blatant child with an audacity grown from his inexperience, thoughtless, headstrong, jealous, and filled with a tinsel courage.  A swaggering babe accustomed to strut in his own dooryard.  The youth wondered where had been born these new eyes….Apparently, the other had now climbed a peak of wisdom from which he could perceive himself as a very wee thing.  And the youth saw that ever after it would be easier to live in his friend’s neighborhood.

His comrade balanced his ebony coffee-cup on his knee.  ‘Well, Henry,’ he said, ‘what d’yeh think th’ chances are? D’yeh think we’ll wallop ’em?’

The youth considered for a moment.  ‘Day-b’foreyesterday,’ he finally replied, with boldness, ‘you would ‘a’ bet you’d lick the hull kit-an’-boodle all by yourself.’

His friend looked a trifle amazed.  ‘Would I?’ he asked.  He pondered.  ‘Well, perhaps I would,’ he decided at last.  He stared humbly .at the fire.       (pp.100-101, Red Badge of Courage, Stephen Crane, 1895, Puffin Books).

 

Location, Location, Location.

You might notice the WAC Administration Building cupola out of the corner of your eye as you walk onto Simply Bed & Bread's brick path, since our house is just a stone's throw away from the college. Or it might be the ...
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